Musings on a dream I had eight years ago. What's the point in having strong friendship type feelings for someone if they don't have them back? What's the point of loving the one literally of ur dreams if they don't love u back? What's the point of saying, "Me too." to someone's, "I love you, babe" if they just meant it as a nice gesture and said it like they mean it another way?

What is the purpose of seeing the future in your dreams, when you meet the person of your dreams and it turns out that the person of your dreams wasn't right for you? Surely that would be the worst curse, and sadly this has happened to me. Then again I am crazy anyways, and I think maybe that is why I have these so called 'gifts' of poetry and precognition.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" God asked the angel, who stood brave and determined. He was sure, he was ready to give up his life as an angel, because he loved her, and that was all that mattered.

It's always little things that hurt the most. Like how you failed to mention my name when you rattled off names of people you'd miss. Like how you tried to reassure me that you'd miss me too. And then you asked for a hug, and during the middle of it said "I love you, baby." You promised you'd call, and when my birthday came around- I got no call. That's what hurt the most.

You said those words to me, and after telling me to call you you just walked away. You came in to my life quickly, and you left just as fast. Now I am wondering why, because I never meant to get so close.

I met someone at a shelter who claimed to be my friend this is about her the '2nd' person I became obsessed with- the first being Caroline. Now 2nd person no want be my friend because of my obsession problems that I am trying to fix to no avail. Next poem talks about my obsessions as being the darkness of my life and my deepest darkest secret.

I knew you were trouble, yet I forgot to remember. - Poem about a boy you've already experienced before as being bad for you, and almost forgetting that until the single moment clicks that you don't have to give into him. Note: I was going to go several different directions in regards to this poem but I decided to do this. I hope you enjoy! Please R&R

Dedicated to my darling Ava, and to all the little girls who you wish could just stay little. This sort of reminds me of Taylor Swift's song Never Grow Up, so keep that in mind. I alos might turn this into a song! R&R

So, with a dear one on the other side of the globe, it get's you thinking. This is just another one of those thoughts, and I believe it portrays some of the uncertainty we both have - just when will we have the opportunity to meet again? And will we be lovers, or acquaintances? As I've promised, it's far longer than my usual poems, so tell me if I did okay with this style! :D

Sometimes there's simply no need for any complicated feelings - just a tiny, sincere smile is enough to brighten the day. Finally another poem is up - I've been told it's been a while. Tell me what you think about it. Is my short style a turn-off? I feel like i should post something with an actual decent length to it.. xD

About someone you're dying to know. It's like the moment you first meet their eyes, or the first time you feel your heart do somersaults because of him, that you just HAVE to know more about him. This is about that. Please R&R!

My little village has changed quite a bit since I was a whee lad, but so have I. When I realised that, I also realised that what was won't always be, and that is why we treasure our memories. This is just one of my innocent memories from my childhood.

In my fantasy, it is you and I. He does not exist, and the baby is from an adoption. In my fantasy, you love, not like me, as much as I do you. In my fantasy, you lie in my embrace together forever. But fantasy is not reality, Caroline. So I must let you go, and write a new story that hopefully has a happier ending.

Inspired by a nightmare I had which involved me being kidnapped and "used." On a side note, there are thousands of girls who actually go through this life-altering, and often life-ending, ordeal. I ask that you pray for them, so that they do not lose hope of freedom and that they find the strength inside of themselves to get out and get help.

Sorry for the horrible title. A poem about how much it hurts to be used and the hapiness of when you find true friends. *sample: Took it day by day, until I had nothing to say. I was pushed and shoved, everything but loved. Battered and bruised, everyday i was used.* Kinda suck at summaries so R&R please... constructive critism is always welcome!

Remind me again why I held you so close to that candle, The light reflecting your better and more predominant features, While I remained cast in the shadows by my own unselfish intentions, I wanted so much to do anything to make you smile...

[ONE-SHOT] Nuria's in a bit of a quandary when her sister's irritatingly handsome boyfriend admits that the only reason he's dating Vidette is because she's the closest thing he'll get to having Nuria herself.

He was arrogant and heartless, had everything and wanted nothing. Just like his bitter father. She was just an 18-year-old girl, who had just lost everything and now had the job to work for them as a maid. The only rule? Don't fall for him.

Delilah promised her boyfriend Sam that she would never sleep with his brother, the most sought after boy in school, but when Jack really turns on the charm, will it prove too much for Lila to resist? And if she does fall for him, will he change for her?

Sayuri was the perfect woman. Beautiful, charming, and a successful interior decorator, to boot. So why did Eric leave her at the altar for her best friend? And why is Sayuri sleeping with Eric's sexy older brother Vincent? The story of a woman scorned...

Isane went through a past she hopes does not affect her present. The nightmares taunt her, her predator's voice haunts her, and she finds herself unknown to her own destiny. When the World fully reveals itself to her – then may she know who she truly is, as she discovers more than she desires through Demon Slaying, Affection, and Agony. Her loss of victory will ripen her beginning.

A short poem on how a girl will always keep her hidden affection to herself, despite the fact that she desperately wants to tell the guy she loves her feeligs for him. Though he has feelings for another, and it's tearing her apart. Please read, review, and enjoy.

My current worries I'm going thorugh. I know this might not be one of my best poems, but it is probably the one I dug most into. I tried to sum it up without giving much info on what I'm worried about, because I don't want to scare you guys, as the readers. But please read, review and enjoy.

A little poem I wrote about being abandoned by the one you love. This poem is both true and from my imagination, but mainly very real. I'm not good at these little summeries, but please read, review, and enjoy.